It was a rainy day in Ponyville.  The watery assault pelted the pony's homes with unrelenting force.  Pony craftsmanship was nothing to scoff at though, for it was all but noise to the residents that laid within.  All, except a peculiar blue unicorn.  Her starry purple cape does little to repel the bullets of water as she makes a mad dash across the town square.  The library reflects off her violet eyes as she gallops towards the massive tree.  Screeching to a halt, she knocks on the wooden door with urgency.  It wasn't long before the door swung open, revealing a pleasantly surprised alicorn.
 
        “Trixie!  Haven't seen you in forever, come in!”  The unicorn hurriedly passes Twilight as a dark pink glow slams the door shut.  Dripping from every strand of hair, Trixie's horn glows a pale magenta as she removes her cape and water visibly evaporates from her coat.  While her mane still clung to her body, she no longer appeared like a shaggy dog thrown into a pool.  The scent of crisp grass and wet pony radiated from her as Trixie regains her pride.
 
        “It's a pleasure to see you as well Twilight, and thank you for welcoming me into your warm home.  The Great and Humble Trixie appreciates your hospitality in her time of need.”  Twilight titters at Trixie's new title as the proud unicorn thinks nothing of it.  Playing with her mane that refuses to stay out of her face, she lets out a shockingly loud sneeze.
 
        “Bless you!”  As Trixie gives her gratitude, Twilight sizes her up.  The poor unicorn shivered as she trotted further into the humble abode.  Her eyes conveyed a need for comfort, and her snout sniffled  from the chilly weather.  While drier than before, her spell did not relieve her from all moisture.  Her coat clumped awkwardly throughout her body as you saw beads of sweat form around her face.  The heavy breaths of the unicorn showed fatigue, as if she just ran a marathon.  Blades of grass stuck out from her mane and tail, indicated that she fell on the way here.  Twilight didn't mind, as it gave her a very pleasant smell.  Motioning upstairs with a hoof, Twilight invites her into the bedroom.  “You can go upstairs if you want to warm yourself up, what brings you here anyhow?”
 
        The blue magician eagerly walks up the stairs in search of the promised warmth.  An audible sigh of relief is heard once she reaches the top of the stairs.  Twilight follows her in as a waft of Trixie's scent wafts into her nose.  Scents of fresh vegetation and her natural odors fill Twilight's senses, almost stunned by the overwhelming aroma.  Her rear swayed with a taunting swing as she moved her rounded body to warm up.  The creamy white stripe of her mane and tail glowed with a tempting allure.  Her mouth watered in response to this sensory overload.  
 
        “Well... Trixie's wagon sprung a leak, so Trixie needs a place to stay while this dreadful weather resolves.  Hope you do not mind if I make myself at home.”  She gives a sincere smile as Twilight snaps out of her trance.  In that moment, a myriad of spells cycle through her mind as Trixie surveys the bedroom.  Unable to ignore that enticing, almost delicious smell, the alicorn hatches a plan as her stomach growls for attention.  Her horn glowed a neon pink, but nothing obvious took place.  Trixie quickly looks over to see the aura over Twilight disappear as quickly as it came.
 
        “Twilight?  Is everything okay?”  She gives the princess an inquisitive look as Twilight eyes her with a predatory stare.  Trixie backs up as the princess approaches her slowly.  Stalking her victim, Twilight positions Trixie right in front of her bed.  Seeing that she no longer has any room to back up to, Twilight pounces onto her as her target lays flat on the bed.
 
        “Everything's fine Trixie, but you look absolutely freezing!  I know the perfect place that'll keep you warm for a good, long while...”  A loud grumble from her plump middle ended the sentence for her.  Before Trixie can scuttle away, she found herself staring into the glistening throat of her rival.  A meager attempt to push her away with magic was deflected harmlessly off Twilight's body as her mouth engulfs Trixie's vision.  The alicorn's lips crawled sluggishly over all over face as the elastic jaw expanded to accommodate the entertainer's shapely head.  Twilight lurches forward as she quickly changes positions to point the unicorn's horn directly into the abyss of her esophagus.  Taking in the entirety of Trixie's head, saliva oozes from between Twilight's lips and her victim's neck, unintentionally lubricating her for the rest of the journey in.
 
        “Twilight!  What in Celestia's name are you-”  Cut off by a strong suction, Trixie feels her head move further into the fleshy tunnel.  Another empty growl rings through her ears as the tube grips and squeezes her head.  The rapid beat of Twilight's heart thunders around her as her coat was soaked once again with a scentless, thick warmth.  Any twitch of resistance was met with a strong, disorienting yank into the humid depths of the digestive chamber.  A spark of magic reveals the open entrance to the stomach, eager for its deserved nutrition.
 
        A moan of bliss vibrates through Twilight as she shudders in sheer ecstasy.  Smell was one thing, but the myriad of flavors that played on her pallet was overwhelming.  The mouth-watering sensations of salty flesh, the crisp, fresh blades of grass that sat idly in her coat and the odor of Trixie's cold sweat only made her more appealing to the senses.  Her tongue snakes over the back of the trickster's head, weaving her tongue through her mane.  Sampling the naturally-seasoned crown with every wag of her oral muscle, she gulps down harder, anticipating more naked pony for her to salivate over.
 
        Trixie's horn fit snuggly into the open sphincter as it awaited her entry.  It closes around the flexible appendage, constricting its grasp on her as she feels her fore hooves entering the greedy maw of Twilight.  A wet, long lick grazes her underbelly as she feels it searching for more.  The entrance to her starving depths opens wide as her head is gradually shoved passed the tight passage.  Stale smells of an empty stomach drift into her nose, the pulsing body egging her on to fill the vacant chamber.
 
        Her body stretches effortlessly as her acquaintance is gradually dragged into the center of her being.  Faint images of her meal dance on the surface of her coat with every weak struggle that Trixie could manage against the overpowering alicorn.  Her middle expands ever so slightly as she feels the bulbous shape of Trixie's head slip into her needy stomach.  Though her hooves were soon to follow, a mischievous plan hatches in her mind.  As the great and plentiful bottom creeps ever so closely to her lips, her tongue lashes out with purpose.
 
        With the introduction of her upper body in the cramped space, Trixie does her best to push out for more room.  Her efforts proved fruitless as the oily lining of the stomach was practically frictionless, forcing her hooves to slip with every aggressive push she made.  Before her face makes direct contact with the slick flesh, she feels an intruder on her lower regions.  Any efforts to close herself was met with powerful thrusts, eventually penetrating her womanhood.  While the sensations of the wriggling muscle were heavenly, Trixie thrashed about indignantly to resist the advances into her own innards.  She pants as the sauna air and endearing grip on her body persuaded her to relax.  Giving into the assault on her composure, she releases all tension in her body, accepting all that Twilight has to offer her.
 
        Feeling the entrance to Trixie's flower open, she takes the invitation to plunge further in.  Her tongue samples each and every ridge of the oozing canal, tasting the sweet nectar of the wanting unicorn.  The salty tastes and radiating heat of her victim's hindquarters only encouraged her to press onward.  With each advance into the drooling tunnel, Twilight feels Trixie's  little nub harden.  Her thrusts increase in intensity as she feels Trixie's back arch within her.  She hears her passenger's pants become shallower with each passing second before she piques.  A torrent of thick lubrication flows from Trixie's loins as Twilight laps at the fleshy faucet.  Twilight greedily gulps the entirety of the shapely rear as it continued to spill forth the viscous excitement.  Not wanting to delay this any longer, she tilts her head up, allowing gravity to assist her with the hind legs.
 
        Body spent and worn, Trixie can only obey the pulsating flesh around her.  As more and more of  her form is fed into the cramped chamber, a thick fluid oozes from her surroundings.  Her hind legs enter the stomach with a wet “pop” as some of her tail still resided inside the throat above.  The digestive fluid crawled all around her, utterly coating her with its sweltering temperature.  Surrounded by the living walls, they twist and grind against her, almost cleansing her from the filth that covered her.  Still worried about her situation, she gives a high-pitched whine, hoping for pity by her captor.
 
        Twilight lays on her back with a large, pony-shaped belly on top.  She listens to the musical bubbles and groans of her insides as they scrub against her visitor.  She rubs her belly with a hoof as she covers a powerful belch with the other.  Still reveling in the aftertaste of Trixie, she attempts to ease her mind.  “Don't worry Trixie, this is perfectly safe!  Just wanted to make sure you didn't catch a cold is all!”  She stifles another hefty burp as her stomach sought to hide the evidence.  Each expulsion of gas wrapped the unicorn tighter to her until all that was left was a larger pudgy tummy.  The skin-tight stomach left no room for Trixie to move, but Twilight was willing to walk for two.
 
        Unable to even object to he situation, she lets Twilight's digestive system have its way with her.  Forutunately, Twilight's claim of safety was true thus far.  The blades of grass that clung to her liquified into the bottom of the chamber.  Any other dirt, grease or sweat that stuck to her were replaced with the stomach's sludge.  While it still felt oily, its neutral smell and pleasant tingling sensation eased her mind.  Though the stomach still churned about her, it was much less domineering than before, opting for an almost therapeutic massage-like feel.  It rubbed the surrounding thick goo deep into her flesh as a euphoric feeling of pleasure permeated her thoughts.  The muggy, oppressive heat of her insides remained, but at least it was breathable.  She slips into a deep trance as the digestive cavern takes the liberty of bending her body to its whim.
 
        Rain raps on the window of Twilight's room as she sleeps off the budding wizard.  A dopey look of satisfaction is plastered on her face as her occupant is hypnotized into a soothing slumber.  The mound of her belly twitches with each shake of bliss that her unconscious dweller may have.  A thin stream of joy trails from Twilight's nethers as she smacks her lips dreamily.  Hopefully, the scheduled shower outside will last a long while.